Twenty Sided Dice

By the time the orcs left the arena, it was close to the afternoon of the day, which gave Siegel a considerable amount of free time. He went back and forth three times in this **** circular venue, identifying the place to store weapons and armor, and also locating the cage where the beast was kept. While the other slave owners were still trembling, Siegel, with a few words from the witch sacrifice, bought some food from the orc soldiers, most of which were innards and sausages for gladiators, kidney pie filled with garlic and barrels of ale. He called Humke to help carry the things to the location of the villagers and let them eat.

Some people are afraid that what they are eating is "killer rice", so they can only swallow in small mouths, their faces are covered with tears, but they dare not cry. Some slaves carefully hide some easy-to-preserve food to prepare for the future; but more people choose to open their stomachs and push hard, as if they want to hold themselves to death.

"Take care of them, don't let them leave." Siegel said to Humke: "If they escape, they are likely to be captured by the slave owners, and I can't help them. But I estimate that the slave owners will start to slow down tomorrow. Come on, know that I'm just pretending to be a tiger."

Hunk nodded and asked Siegel's plan in a low voice.

"I can't tell you the details yet, but if you want to escape, you must be prepared to make a **** path." Siegel said to Hunk: "You go to those who can obey orders and dare to use swords. , watch out for those who think too much."

Siegel's eyes swept over these unsuspecting slaves again, wondering how many would survive tonight. Even he himself cannot guarantee that he can pass the test of battle. Just like the legendary warrior Fidan before facing the flames of the giant dragon, the monk Regula stepped on the steps of the vortex of time and space. They did not know whether they would have a chance to return during this trip, but they still embarked on the journey. Unlike previous adventures, Siegel was always passively accepted, or under the guidance of his elders. But now Siegel still has a choice, he can hide completely, and when the city is in chaos, with the convenience that he will not be affected by the resentment, go to the port to find a boat, and then slip away.

But he couldn't accept himself like that.

"The so-called hero is to understand his responsibility and fight for it," Siegel said to himself, "These poor slaves are my current responsibility, they bow under the whip, and the light of their souls gradually dims. Only by passing the test of blood and iron and completing the journey of fire and water can we be reborn. I will lead the way. ’

He stood up and walked to the preparation area of ​​the arena alone. There are also many potions that slave owners have hoarded for healing or fun, and there are many basic materials that Siegel needs to use to configure more potions.

No one can help in this matter, his movements must be fast and steady. In the storage room, he also found a lot of empty wine bags, all made of sheep stomach or cowhide, which can be used to hold medicines. Siegel locked himself in the door, opened the key space, took out all the required materials, and placed them on an empty table. He finally took out the flame soul crystal, once again admired its breathtaking bright red, and then knocked it into pieces with a hammer.

"Never waste." Siegel said, "Make the most of it."

Before nightfall the clouds were overcast, the moon and stars disappeared, and soon a breeze was blowing. Siegel crouched at the door of the arena, motionless like a statue. At the end of his field of vision, past numerous low, dark wooden houses, he could see the hulls of battleships being built in the docks. The tall masts made their location clear, but night would soon swallow all shadows, and then the city.

The wind direction is very good, it is a cold wind blowing towards the sea, just enough to swell the sails away. But Siegel didn't know the tides and currents, or the details of the sea around Macabota. But those are things to worry about later, and now he needs to clear his head and wait.

He has been waiting patiently. For tonight, Siegel wore a wide robe to hide the leather armor underneath. There is no better armor in the arena, only such a suit that is more ornamental than defensive. But that didn't get in the way, because Siegel believed that magic would protect him. Outside the leather armor, he tied ten leather bags around his waist, which contained powerful potions. Due to incomplete materials, these potions are very unstable and lose their potency after being stored for up to a day. But I only need one night, Siegel said to himself, just one night.

At his feet lay a warhammer, the strongest weapon he had ever found in the arena. There are plenty of swords here, but Siegel saw at a glance that they had a common weakness: due to lack of maintenance, these weapons were sure to fail after dozens of hard hits. Siegel knew he was going to fight his way out, so he found this sturdy warhammer, at least he wouldn't crack a blade or roll over.

As for the surrounding terrain, he knew that there was an orc army camp not far from the arena, and he was responsible for defending the dock and controlling all roads to the residence of Lord Three Eyes. Siegel kept the location there in his heart, making sure that even the night would not make him lose his senses.

A group of orc patrolmen walked past, their iron shoes crunching on the ground. This is not an orc that can be encountered in the wild, with low intelligence and unarmed. This is the base camp of the three-eyed admiral among the four major warlords of the orc. The orc guards wear iron armor, are fully armed, and have no less than four sets of long and short weapons. But when they are in chaos, the effect is even better. It is said that there are twelve witch sacrifices in the whole city. Siegel doubled this number, and then calculated the direction of the battle like a game of chess.

But all speculations need to be tested in actual combat.

When Siegel was thinking this way, he felt that the detection circle of the whole city suddenly activated, just like a sleeping lion felt hostility, his muscles immediately tightened and made a counterattack. With the affinity he gained in the magical awakening, he could feel the surrounding magical energy begin to fluctuate violently, like rain falling into a lake, and there are ripples everywhere. He stood up, turned on the dice's psychic vision, and clearly saw the resentful spirits floating in various parts of the city. Then he heard alarm bells vibrate, dogs barked, and the whole city was awakened.

Siegel let out a long breath, knowing that the time had finally come. He took out the largest piece of flame soul crystal, threw it into the skin bag containing the potion, and then shook it a few times.

Then he took out his wand and held it tightly in his hand. Although this is just a wand he captured, it is not easy to use, but the feeling of magic flowing is so good that he can ignore these discomforts.

Like a knight declaring war, Siegel bent down and saluted in the direction of the Three-Eyed Warlord Lunt, then began to cast his magic. The incantation to defeat the enemy has been useless for a long time, but it is still smooth and complete, like a memory imprinted in the soul, and will never be forgotten. The mage felt the power of magic surging in his body, accompanied by bursts of ecstasy. He felt like a freed eagle soaring in the sky again.

After the spell was over, Siegel aimed in the direction of the barracks and threw the skin bag out of his hand with all his might. The skin bag with the potion of power and the soul crystal quickly disappeared into the night, but the power of magic allowed it to reach the destination of the trip.

Then a large group of resentful spirits appeared in Siegel's psionic vision, which burst out from his skin. This time, the number of Wraiths was more than the other Wraiths that appeared all over the city combined, enough to cause huge trouble to the orcs.

Siegel turned around and walked back to the arena, passing rows and rows of cells, where the slaves originally imprisoned were concentrated in Siegel's preparation area, under the help of Humke. He opened the warehouse, and the weapons inside flew to him one by one, parked on the invisible floating disc, and moved forward with the mage. At the gate where the gladiators were being held, Siegel hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and then pushed the gate open. Even without any experience of leading the crowd, now he must take the lead in charging with enthusiasm, without space for timidity and hesitation.

Whether it was the gladiator or the captured villagers, they all had a good rest during the day, and now few of them are sleepy. At least that's a good thing for Siegel.

"Listen to me." Siegel tore off the disguise on his face, revealing his true colors, and said loudly: "I am Siegel from Soth, the first person of the squid family, and the top of Mora. Brave, Royal Baron of the Starry Kingdom. I am here to fight the orcs and free the slaves. Who is with me?"

No one responded except the Humk orc standing up. Everyone was still in shock, not knowing what happened. A life of slavery numbs their minds and reduces their reflexes.

Siegel raised the warhammer high, and let the power of magic be transmitted to the weapon through his arm. The wizard deliberately imitated the dwarf Erint, and the old dwarf's flaming warhammer had left a deep impression on him. Siegel channeled the power of the fire element, and let his warhammer, like a torch, release a bright light in the room.

"The orcs are already in chaos. If you want to save yourself, you have to take advantage of the time. There are ships in the port, and they are all prepared for us. Those who don't want to be killed in the arena, now take up arms and fight a way to freedom."

The spell that supported the floating objects was lifted, and the swords and shields splashed all over the floor. The reflection of metal under the flame has given many people hope and courage. "Take up arms," ​​Siegel said. "Swords, swords and halberds will give you strength!"

Henke strode up, he picked out a large and heavy machete, stood beside Siegel, and looked at his villagers. With his encouragement, more than a dozen people came out one after another to pick up the weapons, but there was still fear in their eyes.

I also have fear in my heart, Siegel said to himself, but it won't stop me moving forward. And these people in front of them need more inspiration, they must rekindle hope, so that they can have the strength to fight.

Must continue to use magic, this is a necessary power consumption, and it is the price that Siegel needs to pay after making a choice. Siegel waved his wand in his right hand, letting the flames burn through his robes, revealing the armor underneath. The flames converged on the mage's neck, swayed behind him, and condensed into a red cloak in mid-air. There is a black squid emblem on the cape, and the squid's eye sockets burn brightly. Under the influence of magic, the tentacles of the squid on the cape moved slowly, making an attacking gesture.

"Follow me!" Siegel shouted loudly, "Fight your way!"

He turned around, smashed the wooden door of the room with a warhammer, stepped over the broken door frame, and strode towards the exit of the arena. Humke waved his hand, motioning for the villagers to follow, and then followed closely behind Siegel. At this time, there was a noise outside, accompanied by roars and metal collisions. A few quick-witted gladiators made a choice at once, and followed the orc with their weapons. The rest of the people looked at each other in dismay, except for a few who abandoned themselves in the cell, the others slowly followed.

After the burning squid cloak, a long line followed. And in the direction they are going, there is an unknown darkness.

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